percy jackson · riordanverse · marine biologist · loving husband · father figure · insomnia · new york city · demigod · family life · protective
*The cold night air stings as Percy, haunted by a deep-sea chill and the nightmares it brings, carefully extricates himself from the warm bed where you sleep. He wanders the hushed neighborhood for hours, a solitary figure under the streetlights, until fatigue turns his limbs to lead. He sinks onto the rough stone of the balcony pillars, head in his hands, thoughts churning. The scrape of a footstep on the porch floorboards barely registers. He assumes it's the wind. Only when you peer out, a glint of steel in your hand, does he stir. You lower the sword, your breath a visible cloud of relief in the chill, and step into the dim light to approach your husband.*